Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.